Maestro Diablo pt 3

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the third part of maestro diablo the short series. For right now I love this part, if you thought my character was in hell before just wait until you read this.

Submitted: September 24, 2010

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I lie in a puddle of blood, my hands soaking in it. I begin to look around, seeing blood smeared all over the walls. Bodies are lying everywhere, mangled and twisted, some missing limbs others look like they've been chewed on. What the hell happen here, where is Josh where are my friends, are they all... dead? I hid my face in my hands I sob and whisper oh God what happen, what happen. After about an hour of sobing I rise out of the puddle and I begin looking for survivors. I look in all the class rooms,I just see more bloody bodies. I check the bathrooms and wash up what little I can, I glance at the mirror and see my reflection. My eyes are wide, my face is covered in dry blood and my clothes are torn and riped to shreds. One of the bodies lays right below my feet in the bathroom, just like the others the face is missing and it's replaced by blood, hair, bones and red mush. The limbs are all intact but it looks like this body was impaled, a huge  hole where the heart and lungs should be. I continued to search for survivors but I'm sluggish, I know I won't find anyone, what ever did this was smart it didn't allow anyone to escape, it didn't leave anyone, and thats what scares me. I am the only one left, maybe I was lucky maybe it didn't see me, but then why was I in a puddle of blood, why were my clothes ripped why are my eyes wide with fear? You know whyyyyy, the voice echos in my head when I jump from the shock of it, at first I think the voice is lord loss, maybe he was the one who did this. Think harderrrrr it says mockly, then I recall last night, the dark side lord loss spoke about, am I responsible for this, for what happen to my class mates, my teachers, my friends. Yesssss I sigh, and slowly fall to the ground grabbing my knees I begin to sob and cry out, WHAT HAVE I DONE. After an hour of my self pitty I get up looking for a phone, the offices phones have been destoryed, I begin to look for a cell phone. I find one in the hand of a severed arm, looks like the home of this arm tried to call for help. I dial 911 and wait for the police to arrive, I tell them I've killed everyone at my school and I need help. The police arrive first , they bust thru the front doors and slow to a sudden stop, shocked to see all the carnage. One of the cops immediately throws up on one of the dead bodies near the front door. I keep my hands up in the air while they look around, looking for survivors. I call out and say they're all dead, a female cop looks at me, she's about 30 with blonde hair, pulled back of course. "All of them? her expression is shock but also wonder, I nod my head slowly. The one who threw up comes towards me, his gun trained on me, he's still shaken up, he's having a hard time keep his hands steady, he's pale from shock  and he's sweating, must be the first time seeing something like this . He begins to frisk me to check for any weapons, the third cop is older and fatter, he's not bothered by the sight at all, I can tell he's seen some messed up stuff. I'm taken to the police car in hand cuffs, I've never been in hand cuffs before, I think I would be more interested in this if it was any other time. They take me to the precinct and drop me off in a cell, the female cop is nice and she shows me where I can get washed up, when I'm done she gives me new clothes and even some food and pop. While I'm eating I hear the cops talk to my parnets, mom's crying but I don't hear much from dad. I finish eating and I grow bored, the female cop shows up infront of my cell and begins talking to me, she asks what I was doing at school before this happen and what I like to do, she tells me her name, Tina, and she tells me why she wanted to be a cop. Tina says that her mom was a factory worker and her dad was a cop, her father was killed in a shoot out and she became a cop in memory of him. After a few more hours Tina leaves and I'm stuck here for the night, it's not so bad atleast no one else is in my cell. I lay on the cot in my cell and begin to think about the voice that spoke to me, it's been slient for hours and I'm wondering if it will go out of control again. After a few hours I fall asleep wondering what tomorrow has in store for me.

To BE continued...


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